Requiem for Ralph - A Spontaneous MMP

As the MMP proper has yet to show up, I figured I’d take it upon myself to make one up. Being that this would be my first MMP, and being that this is done with no preparation, it is probably going to suck, but here it is anyway. I’m just going to pull this out out of my hat. Should the real MMP stand up and be known, feel free to close this and repair to that one. I’m just trying to fill in.

Ralph was a German Shepard, all black and brown and bigger than I. He was our dog, my dad’s and mine, and we’d had him since I was just a wee tot back in the early 70s. By all accounts he was very much Man’s Best Friend. In my mother’s absence, for she had determined that motherhood wasn’t her gig, Ralph helped to fill a bit of the void. He was also fiercely loyal and quite protective of me. My father recounted the story on numerous occasions wherein I had apparently wandered into the back yard of our house at the time and found my way through a hole in the fencing which opened out to an embankment, which led to the QEW highway. I was only about a year old or so, so I obviously had no idea, but there I was, toddling my merry way out towards a major thoroughfare. Ralph managed to get out, poke his way through the fence and grab me by my diapers and drag be back to the house. I’m sure that at the time I was quite upset with him for ruining my attempts to follow in Lewis & Clarke’s footsteps, but in retrospect of course he probably saved my life.

We moved probably not too long after that. We shared a basement with some friends of my father’s – good people all around who, it would turn out, we’d share accommodations with several more times over the years. It was a small basement apartment from what I recall, just one bedroom with low ceilings and no kitchen – we shared that with our friends upstairs. We had our own entrance, though. My mother was still with us at this point, I should mention – it was during our tenancy here that The Big Spat occurred and she left for good. I remember only the vaguest of notions about that fight; a sense of yelling, of crying, of the door slamming shut. Of the unsettling quiet thereafter. Of Ralph, who, like me, doubtless understood none of it but seemed to feel that we needed some comforting all the same. He was right.

Ralph was a constant companion, before, during, and after my mother’s departure. He and I were inseparable. My father wouldn’t let me take him for walks alone though, because he was bigger and stronger than me, so there would be no doubt about who was taking whom for a walk. I still accompanied my father on these walks though, which we often used as an excuse to go to the store to pick up a few items. Sometimes though we let him roam the neighbourhood on his own. Though we lived in the big city, our neighbourhood was pretty quiet and safe and we trusted that he’d always come home safe and sound, which he always did. Except for the last time, for one day, he just up and disappeared. We looked and looked and put up signs and posters but no information was forthcoming, and Ralph never came home. We missed him. He was the last dog we ever had.

I was reminded of this when, on my way to work this morning, I saw a small poster someone had put up on the bus shelter about their lost Greyhound. The poster had been plastered on the bus shelter in Brampton, though the dog and (presumably) his family lived in Burlington, about an hour south-west. Such a far-flung campaign to find their lost pooch could only come from a family that loved and missed their dog this past Saturday. I hope he comes home.

Ralph sounds like he was a prince of a dog, Mork. My childhood dog, Cindy was more of a “seek out beer and potato chips” dog. She was trained to eat corn off the cob, and drink beer out of a bottle. She also let me use her a a ventriloquist’s dummy, with some hilarious results.

Aw, sniff!! I had a black and tan shepherd too. His name was Boris. He was a lot like Ralph. When the Klingon and I split, Boris went with him. He lived to a ripe old age. I miss all of my beloved pooches every day. Good OP, mork!

The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] got all grajetated on Thursday. I am very proud of her! She worked very hard to get there.

Had to have lunch with the Klingon on Thursday as well. He had to give me a hug like we were long lost buddies. :rolleyes: I endured. He’s quite bald now. Mr. Anachi has lots of hair. I DID like his girlfriend, though. The Klingon’s, that is.

Got some other stuff done, too, but I still want a whole week of JUST vacation.

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I had a beautiful white German Shepherd name Erminetrude - “Ermie” for short. She was my sister, my friend, my partner.

She died while I was away at college, and no one called to tell me since I was taking exams. I found out when I got home and called her name, and my dad said, “The dog is dead.” OMG - he was gruff since he loved her so much too and we hugged and cried together.

Good OP, Mork. I had two childhood dogs; one was Alfa, the dog who was alive during my infanthood, and Baron, the dog I grew up with. Alfa was a sweet, good natured and protective Great Dane mix; when I was a baby, she would be very protective of me. If it wasn’t my mother or father coming toward my crib, she’d stand guard between me and the interloper until she was reassured that it was okay. Baron, on the other hand, was a happy-go-lucky Labrador Retriever with four brain cells to rub together. Loved playing fetch, loved swimming (and “rescuing” you), loved people food, and loved having his butt scratched.

This weekend was mostly a bust. Saturday was a “People are stupid and annoy me” day, as I ended up paying a little too much for new tires, and exchanged the Giant Panties of Doom at Target for a smaller package and ended up owing 3 cents. :smack: I did a wee bit more packing (I bubble wrapped five knick-knacks), did my last volunteering day ::sniff::, and hung out with my mom’s old work friends while we had dinner. It was pretty good stuff too: marinated and grilled chicken, a big salad with lots of yummy stuff in it, baked beans, fruit salad and lemon meringue pie. MMmmmm. ::drools:: I even got invited to come out for beers with some of my mom’s old coworkers on my next visit to the area; apparently I can hold my own discussing movies, philosophy, and life’s quirks with people who are more than twice my age.

It’s exactly one week until my big move.

I think it’s kind of fitting that canine servant was the first respondent today.

One of my earliest pictures is in my corral (I don’t know what else to call it), when I was a toddler, sitting as far from Jaun as I could and looking at him as if I wouldn’t mind being able to get even farther; he was standing outside, looking at me. Jaun (Basque meaning “lord”) was one of those sad-looking dogs with the droopy cheeks, but one of the larger varieties. All of us kids took a while to get used to him; I’m not sure how much was the “he’s bigger than me” and how much the general sad look.

Later, I have the memory of going to my uncle’s house (of course it must have been after Jaun died, since these are the only aunt and uncle who’ve ever owned animals bigger than a land turtle); my eldest cousin must have been 6 or 7, his brother and myself are one year younger. We were told to sit on the sofa, which was a big event by itself, and one of those Little Red Riding Hood-style picnic baskets (rounded, but painted almost black blue rather than red) handed to us. My same-age cousin, who was in the middle, just held to it for a moment and, just as our uncle said “look inside” - it moved!

The little furball inside, barely bigger than our own childish hands, turned into Lagun (basque for “friend” or “guide”), the most patient German shepherd ever, who would let little kids do pretty much anything to him. Sometimes we had to punish my younger cousins for doing things that could have hurt the poor guy real bad.

There were other dogs later, but Lagun is such an enormous part of my childhood. I’ll always like German shepherds.

Last Saturday I had a moment when I wished I was SCL, or rather that SCL had been where I was. I’ve requested “cable”-like TV (it’s from the phone company actually) but the service isn’t activated yet, so I’ve only got a handful of channels; most are in French and a couple in German. Two different channels were showing two different international ice hockey matches, they were even broadcast in different languages :slight_smile:

My childhood doggie was Tara … she would carefully take french fries from my very mouth and eat them. I was so thrilled when as an adult I got Molly, and she would do the same thing. Sweet furry doggie kisses.

So did everyone watch the Derby Saturday? Things pretty much come to a standstill around here on The First Saturday in May, and everybody parties with big hats. I stayed home and cleaned house; what a party animal I am. Oh, I did have a glass of wine. Woo!

Aww.

How am I supposed to do this work thing if I don’t have the information? I am entering deposit amounts from bank statement copies, but whoever copied this particular statement put a piece of paper right over the relevant information. I guess I’ll have to add everything up instead of just entering one amount. Bleh. I am lazy and tired and I don’t want to be at work.

We had much talk this weekend over a local teacher who had what we will call questionable dealings with certain of her students. Special bonus–lurid text messages she sent to the students in question!

Sunday the day dawned early with a clear blue sky and true yellow light from a much closer and friendlier sun. I convinced skiffman that what he really wanted to do was to drive me around so I could take photos of Spring in Kodiak, which was going to be the theme of this weeks OP. I didn’t find much Spring around yet, so I am taking a different angle. We’re just going to take a little trip around the places I hang out at.

First we drove down Mission Road looking for eagles. The last time I went to the doctor we came home this way and the trees were heavy with eagles. Big old timers had the prime roosting staked out, and the juveniles were tossing around in the air, vying for the next closest perch to the alpha that they could. No eagles on Mission today though. So we scooted down to Cannery Row and drove out on the dock where a huge boat was tied up. (I think it was a dragger.) Big bird, just held it’s place and looked back and forth while we sat there and watched him. Eagles are big birds, but look at how small it is in proportion to the boat. Big boat. As we turned around we saw the juvenile perched atop a stack of crab pots. It also was totally indifferent to our presence, allowing me to get several shots.

Here is a typical
dumpster in town, and here’s another. Do you believe that either of these dumpsters are bear proof? And yes, the bears sometimes do come into town and get in the dumpsters, and then they get stuck and some fool decides that it’s for the bears own good to just shoot it and then there is a huge uproar throughout the community, ay ya ya!

Then I saw another local bird, somehow we havepigeons. I did know a guy who kept pigeons, and I think when he and his wife divorced and he moved to California all of his pigeons were set free. Wherever they came from, they are thriving, in large part to several individuals who feed the flock during the cold months.

Then we drove up onto Pillar Mountain, this is a view of the city from the first turnout. This is one of my favorite thinking places. Here skiffman picked some branches off a couple of willow trees, and oh, by the way, Satine came with us on the ride!

We cross the The Bridge to Nowhere from the photo of the city view. The land you see on the far end of the bridge is Near Island, and the water between Kodiak Island and Near Island is the channel through which much of the marine traffic travels, including stellar sea lions, seals, and killer whales. We didn’t see any marine life, but here is the
stern of the boat skiffman fishes on in the Bering Sea. Here are another couple of Bering Sea boats. If you watched The Deadliest Catch you might recognize the f/v
Saga. I didn’t see the f/v Time Bandit, but a lot of boats are out fishing herring now.

Before we leave Near Island we take a right turn and go past the Fish Tech Center and down toSea Hawk Air . Anyone like the sky boats? Here I spotted a couple of male mallards swimming together, soon they will be paired up with hens and eggs to tend to.

Here are some rocks with lichen growing on them.

Now we head down the road to Fort Abercrombie, home
to the Kodiak Military History Museum. This site is run by a guy I know. Check out the shells conecting the chain with, and here is the
canon . This is a memorial to Kodiak Veterans. Another time I will go all the way up Pillar Mountain and show you where the White Alice Communications Center was. During WWII a Japanese kamikaze attack was launched on Kodiak, but the marine weather turned and a heavy curtain of fog rose from the sea, and all the planes crashed into the sea.

Here are some photos as we (i33.photobucket.com/albums/d79/kaiwik/IMG_0558.jpg) the park.

Then my memory card was full and we came home. Dinner was steak and shrimp, baked **N.O.T.**s and asparagus. It was a good day.

*note to self: the next time there are gonna be a lot of photos, begin early Sunday evening! Oh, and sorry about the crummy coding, but I am so so tired! I just hope the photos match the tale! I’ll be back later…yawn!

My sympathies to Mindfield and his lost german shepard Ralph.
I can always remember that we have had dogs in the family. One of my first memories was when I played cowboy with our risenschnauser using it as a horse. It all went very well until he got tired off me and threw me off a cliff, resulting in me getting a broken arm. I remember crawling home and asking my mother for a band aid because my arm hurt. She quickly realised soething was a bit more serious than a scratch, and I gots me a Donald Duck band aid on my left forearm, and a trip with the ambulance helicopter. Those were the days!

kai’s MMP showed up, I asked the mods for a merger. This isn’t like companies buying each other, right, no need to ask the guv’mint for permission?

Tel I’m sure that this will surface in the news shortly. These stories never stay quiet once more than two people know about it.

I reseeded my front lawn Saturday. I just need the wind to die down some so I can water the lawn when I get home.

I got into an argument with the checkout girl when I was getting bags of stuff for the lawn. It was Saturday morning, I I paid for it all with a check. Check-out Girl handed me the check back and said, “You have the ddate wrong. Today is the 6th.” I looked at my phone (which shows the time and date, even though I knew what the date was), and said, “No, today is Saturday the 5th.” She didn’t believe me, so I had to change the date on the check just to get out of the line and back home.

Cool pictures, somehow it looks all different than I picture it.

Off to a blah Monday, the same old pile o’crap I left on my desk Friday must have mated or mutated or something like that over the weekend.

Digging back in to work now…

Oh, such sad stories, but still heart-warming. Our best dog while growing up was a sheltie-poodle mix named Dinky. She was totally my Dad’s dog. She always loved to go to the store with him.

She got pregnant by the mutt down the street. Anyway, we had everything ready for when she gave birth - a big cardboard box, towels for bedding and such. I was about 10 years old, and was watching her like a hawk since it was my first time to see such a thing. (It was Dinky’s first time, too! ;)) So after two babies had been born, Dad decided we needed a bigger box, and announced he was going to the STORE. Uh-oh. With a puppy half out of her, Dinky decided she was going to the store with Dad. She got halfway to the door before we could restrain her! It was so sweet! She really loved Dad. She had a total of four puppies, and Dad came back with a large box for her.

Asked for a merger of both threads.

I think that the OPers have to ask. But there are very few rules with the MMP anyway, so your request might be enough.

Well, Mindfield sort of asked in his own OP, so… we’ll see.

Gorgeous photos, kaiwik! What a lovely place you live in! I could almost breathe the fresh air just from your photos. I envy you living in a place with so many eagles – they are such magnificent birds! There’s a few moving back into our area, but they’re still an exciting sight, not nearly as common as on Kodiak, obviously.

It looks like we’ve got two OPs this week, so I guess we can split our time between the two! What the heck, why not? Maybe they won’t end up a zillion pages each. :smiley:

That “be bear aware” sign on your dumpsters might give the impression that bears run the renovation business in your town :stuck_out_tongue: but I know its serious. Nice to see its presented in such a humorous way.

What do you call them grey sprouts on the willow tree branches in one of your photos? Here in norway we call them something like “gooselings”, because they resemble small fluffy grey goose kids.

Heh, Kodiac Alaska and not a speck of snow.

We got 18"s this weekend. I’ll have to plow when I get home from work so we can get our vehicles up the driveway.

March was sort of tricky, spring actually seemed close. Oh well.